Wonderful…I finally released something. It's been so long since I've posted, I guess I should do it more often! Well this is the sequel to Reflections of a locked room and now I hope the poem makes a bit more sense with the actual story!!
I don't own Quatre, or Trowa, or gundam wing…but I do own Dev!! Hey…It's better than nothing, ne?
Reflections of a locked room 2: Intertwined
I franticly searched my drawers, pulling the burgundy box from the very back of my sock drawer and sighing with relief. I would die if I lost this; I opened the box with shaking fingers…I had seldom gazed upon the contents since I had been separated from the man who had given me this. A thin silver chain, barely more than a thread, with a tiny oval shaped locket on the end; I used my fingernail to pry open the tiny door and held it between my fingers. Trowa's picture was inside, I smiled and clasped it around my neck…Trowa had sized it perfectly, it was just hidden beneath the collar of my shirt. I grabbed a few pairs of socks, then reached for a few more until I had a sizeable pile in my suitcase; I didn't know how long I was going to be staying. I didn't even know if Trowa would still want me around, I wanted this to be a surprise visit. I knew I was taking a gamble, but I didn't really know how to announce such a thing as my recovery over the phone or in a letter. I shuddered as I remembered the reason for my illness, how terrifying those few weeks were. I remembered the night in the woods the best…it was the scariest of all. My thoughts turned to the morning after that horrible night, I had woken up late in the day, barley on my bed and Trowa, collapsed on the floor near my door. His clothing ripped and covered in dirt and blood. I had woken him up, my memories were gray from the night before, apparently we had been so far out in the woods that it had taken Trowa 4 and a half hours to get me home after I freaked out. Trowa had to carry me back to the house and he was covered with bruises and cuts from where I had kicked and hit him trying to get away. I had come away unscathed, give a black eye from where Trowa had finally knocked me out. I arrived at Trowa's door and sighed, gaining composure and confidence and running a hand through my hair just to make certain it was in order.
I knocked; Catherine answered with a smile.
"Please come in, Trowa's in the shower now." She smiled uneasily, I could tell she was still a little uncertain about our relationship.
"It's rather important, can he be interrupted?" I asked, worry fell over her eyes yet she led me to the bathroom, I was touched that she would trust me this much…she was rather protective of Trowa.
"Thanks very much" I smiled sweetly and let myself into the bathroom, letting out a cloud of steam. I smiled and pulled off my clothes, slipping into the shower unnoticed…his back was towards me. I grabbed his shoulder and pressed him against the shower wall, stifling his cry of surprise with a kiss.
"I'm better," I said pulling him into a tighter embrace. He laughed with joy and kissed me again. Suddenly the shower curtain was ripped open and a boy with dark hair and dark eyes, coupled with pale skin gaped at us. His brows knitted with fury and confusion.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked nearly laughing at the boy's odd expression. He was handsome, but in a dark sort of way, mysterious and sexy.
"Oh…I'm Dev, Trowa's boyfriend" my eyes widened in shock.
"Quatre, wait" Trowa grabbed my shoulder to stop me from leaving but I pushed him away.
I went out to my car, slamming the door as hard as I could and pushing the key into the ignition, turning it and starting the car. The radio started up some sappy love song and I punched it off, leaving a dark red welt across my fingers from the button. I turned the car off and got out, taking off down the road at a jog, then a full out run. I came to a harbor of sorts, cold and empty in the winter sun. I stepped off onto the sun-bleached, warped, wood of a dock. Leaning over the railing just enough to look down into the black water. My tears hit the surface, two separate ripples from two distinct tears, but the ripples overlapped at a point, went through eachother and became like one before fading all together. My hands fingered the pendent and I ripped it from my neck, taunting myself by holding it out over the water. I let the threadlike chain slip through my fingers, the locket slipped into the icy dark water and left a ripple of its own, but this time it was solitary. I was freezing, how I despised the cold when there were no warm arms to hold me. I stepped into a diner, dirty and crowded with fishermen, grimy from work. I sat at the counter and ordered a coffee. It was black, and bitter, and ice cold, but I drank it all because in a way it was comforting, somehow it reminded me that my heart wasn't the only bitter thing within me.
"Down on your luck son?" a surly man behind the counter asked, he was dressed in a graying apron and hat, and his cheeks were flecked with stubble.
"I guess you could say that." I said softly, slamming the money on the counter and leaving. Out into the gray world again. A car pulled up beside me and a door was opened, I didn't even need to look at the driver…I knew it was Trowa. I got into the car and the tears came. Violently and mercilessly they fell, and he did nothing to comfort me…he knew it would only hurt me more.
"Rest now." Trowa put me in his bed and tucked the covers around me. The wine red comforter was consuming me, I had given him this…it meant so much. The tears were fresh now; Trowa would be gone for another few hours doing a performance. I cried myself into a light sleep. I woke up but didn't open my eyes…someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes the slightest bit to verify who the person was and then opened them all the way.
"Ah, so you are awake!" Dev exclaimed, dark eyes dancing.
"What are you doing here?" I threw back the covers and stood, fixing my hair and turning my attention back to Dev to prompt him to answer the question.
"This is my room." He said
"It's Trowa's" I replied quickly, he raised his eyebrows. Something broke inside of me then, deep fury exploded in my soul and I could no longer control it. I punched him. I immediately regretted it, knowing how much force a punch could carry with that much rage behind it, I was ashamed that I couldn't control my fist, but more ashamed that I couldn't control my emotions. When he regained his composure I was prepared to defend myself as needed, but he smiled. He took a step toward me, then another step, I was sure he was going to punch me but when he got close he rested his hand lightly on my shoulder. I flinched at his touch. His hand came around my waist and the other followed, until he had me enveloped in a light embrace. I stood perfectly still, only moving my arms slightly to let his fall around my waist.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, a little scared of where this might lead, but more scared that I wouldn't be able to stop it. His head turned until he was looking straight at me, I kept my eyes off him though, afraid that his eyes might confirm my worst fears.
"You're very handsome," he said softly, and with perfect sincerity, he was still innocent. He had never seen murder; he had never felt pure, blind, hate. He had never lived with the guilt of taking another's life, let alone hundreds of lives. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek and touching my chin to prompt me to look at him. I couldn't stop myself.
"No" I whispered and it wasn't a lie. I pulled forward and kissed him.
Trowa found us. He returned from his performance, when I looked up and saw him standing there…my heart sank. I had never seen so much pain in his eyes, how quickly he turned it into anger and stormed out. Slamming the door behind him. I wrapped a sheet around myself and followed him, locking Dev in the bedroom so he wouldn't interfere. I prayed I wasn't doing more harm than good when I followed him into the bigger part of the basement. He had been sitting on the worn couch but stood when he saw me. I reached him and sat down, he followed. There was silence between us for a few minutes, softly, without speaking he turned to me and traced my collarbone with his hand. Sending shivers down my spine, his hand came to rest on the shoulder that was farthest from him and he took it and turned me to face him.
"I see you don't wear your locket anymore, little one" he whispered, I quickly averted my eyes and replied in a hushed tone,
"What good is a locket that represents an empty promise?" A single tear rolled down his cheek.
"Empty promises…you have no idea." He said softly
"What do you mean?" his form seemed to crumple into my arms, I had no choice but to hold him. He looked up at me, obviously ashamed.
"Did you notice? Dev…he's the same height as you, same weight, same physical type…I don't love him…I was so lonely." His tears fell gently into my shoulder, I could feel them against my shoulder…my skin was clammy with cooled sweat. His arms moved around to my back and held on tightly, lifting his head and planting gentle kisses from my collarbone up to my ear. I tried to move away, I was sickened with him…but I still loved him, so it was no use trying to stop myself from wanting this. They were empty kisses, but I savored every one.
When I woke I was underneath him; I smiled as tears fell from my eyes. I hated him, I loved him, I was trapped. Smothered, suffocated…this was the only way to go about things. There was no way I was going to push him off and interrupt his gentle sleep. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, almost more for comfort than for love's sake. Dev was sitting in a chair within my range of vision. He was no longer angry and no longer shocked. His dark eyes met mine and there was something there. I don't know what it was, did he understand? He was silent and he looked more disturbing now than he ever had before, in the half-light of evening that shone through the window, he was obviously battling himself. He jumped to his feet and paced, stopped, stood about four feet from me and spoke in a harsh whisper.
"I…I love you." He said, I noticed then that he was crying. I shut my eyes and tried to strip down the shades of emotion that were blinding me, but it was no good. Trowa was stirring; I opened my eyes to see Trowa's brilliant green ones starring at me. Dev was gone, he had walked away silently, or had I not really seen what I though I had? Trowa's lips touched mine softly.
"I love you" he whispered.
I got into my car and started driving, desperately trying to clear away the emotions and find what I truly wanted. I felt like I was hiding things from myself, this wasn't the first time that had happened though. I stopped when I saw a tiny jewelry store. A bell rang as I walked into the store and an ancient man greeted me in a shaky voice.
"Hello young man, how may I help you today?" he asked standing to shake my hand. I smiled warmly,
"What do you have locket wise?" I asked, he led me to a glass counter containing a rather small selection of lockets in gold and silver. I didn't see the one Trowa had gotten me though, he must have gotten it someplace else. Something else caught my attention though. It was a silver watch, engraved with some sort of triangle pattern and set with three stones, one at each point. The one at the top was a light blue, the bottom right one was emerald in color and the bottom left one was black. I took a step towards it, it had me captivated.
"Ah, so you have your eye on that one?" The man asked, taking it out of the case so that I could examine it more closely. I held it in my palm, cold heavy weight. I fell in love with it, then and there.
"I'll take this one." I said in a faraway voice. I handed my money over. He placed it carefully in a square burgundy box.
"Buying for anyone special?" he asked, the question interrupted my awe for the piece and I stared blankly at him. Before I thought of it I had just assumed I was giving it to Trowa, but now I had to decide what I wanted before I let it go. The agony of my decision was now set in cold silver, merrily ticking away inside a box just a shade lighter than blood.
I purposely drove in circles for about an hour before heading down to the pier again. Icy, dark water splashed against the worn boards with each wave. A tall thin frame leaned against the rail beside me. His brown hair blew over his face with the salty wind.
"A fisherman found it the other day, gutted some fish and there it was. I did my best to clean it off…but you might not want it now." He said opening my hand and placing the locket inside; he took my hand in both of his and looked me in the eyes. "I'll do my best to make my promise good again." He kissed my fingertips and turned to leave. Tick…tick…the seconds were counting down and with each passing moment the noise seemed to intensify. It pounded in my head, relentless. I wanted to scream and cry but the only thing I could manage was
"Trowa, wait…" He turned and my head drew a blank, I couldn't think of what I was going to say to him. He had this smile on his lips…tick…tick. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the watch.
I handed it to him and he took it out of the box, examining it for a moment and then returning his eyes to me.
"It's not going to make it better you know." He smiled and opened the watch. The face was all distorted though; instead of what it should have read…it was Dev's face, his heart. The ticking and the beating…I could feel his heart being torn to pieces.
"Does it hurt?" Trowa asked, he took a step towards the rail and casually tossed the watch into the swirling black water. "Does it hurt when you kill someone?" Trowa's pleading voice evoked only anger in me. Wild rage and I ran at him, pressing him down.
"How could you? How could you do this to us?" I asked I was so angry, but I couldn't bring myself to hit him, so I kissed him instead. I felt so bad. It was over, but I didn't care…I wasn't myself anymore. I just wanted to curl up in Trowa's bed, with his arms around me and cry myself to death…cry both of us to death.
"I missed you…when you were gone" his arms were around me and I pushed him away. There was something important I had to do someone important I had to see. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, but there was someone else occupying my mind. It was so dark in this place, far from the burgundy warmth that I was used to. Comfortable…a shade lighter than blood. Here it was black…I felt naked though I was clothed. To bear one's soul…I stood in front of him and I looked into his dark eyes.
"Do you love me?" he asked. I was drowning, falling, suffocating. I was quickly approaching that icy black water.
"Yes…yes, oh god yes…please save me…don't leave…" I screamed in terror as I let myself slip through my own fingers towards the icy water. Casually tossed over the rail and I was falling…falling. Suddenly I was aware of the beating of my own heart. I screamed "Dev!" but it was not in fear. I clutched my hands over my heart and smiled…taking a final sweet breath.
"Who's Dev?" Trowa's voice asked, warm arms were shaking me and I opened my eyes. Marbled light through the trees, a soft bed of leaves on the forest floor. A tear ran down my cheek slowly.
"He's me," I said softly running my hands along Trowa's face as if to make sure he was there.
"Oh god…he's me"
I don't own Quatre, or Trowa, or gundam wing…but I do own Dev!! Hey…It's better than nothing, ne?
Reflections of a locked room 2: Intertwined
I franticly searched my drawers, pulling the burgundy box from the very back of my sock drawer and sighing with relief. I would die if I lost this; I opened the box with shaking fingers…I had seldom gazed upon the contents since I had been separated from the man who had given me this. A thin silver chain, barely more than a thread, with a tiny oval shaped locket on the end; I used my fingernail to pry open the tiny door and held it between my fingers. Trowa's picture was inside, I smiled and clasped it around my neck…Trowa had sized it perfectly, it was just hidden beneath the collar of my shirt. I grabbed a few pairs of socks, then reached for a few more until I had a sizeable pile in my suitcase; I didn't know how long I was going to be staying. I didn't even know if Trowa would still want me around, I wanted this to be a surprise visit. I knew I was taking a gamble, but I didn't really know how to announce such a thing as my recovery over the phone or in a letter. I shuddered as I remembered the reason for my illness, how terrifying those few weeks were. I remembered the night in the woods the best…it was the scariest of all. My thoughts turned to the morning after that horrible night, I had woken up late in the day, barley on my bed and Trowa, collapsed on the floor near my door. His clothing ripped and covered in dirt and blood. I had woken him up, my memories were gray from the night before, apparently we had been so far out in the woods that it had taken Trowa 4 and a half hours to get me home after I freaked out. Trowa had to carry me back to the house and he was covered with bruises and cuts from where I had kicked and hit him trying to get away. I had come away unscathed, give a black eye from where Trowa had finally knocked me out. I arrived at Trowa's door and sighed, gaining composure and confidence and running a hand through my hair just to make certain it was in order.
I knocked; Catherine answered with a smile.
"Please come in, Trowa's in the shower now." She smiled uneasily, I could tell she was still a little uncertain about our relationship.
"It's rather important, can he be interrupted?" I asked, worry fell over her eyes yet she led me to the bathroom, I was touched that she would trust me this much…she was rather protective of Trowa.
"Thanks very much" I smiled sweetly and let myself into the bathroom, letting out a cloud of steam. I smiled and pulled off my clothes, slipping into the shower unnoticed…his back was towards me. I grabbed his shoulder and pressed him against the shower wall, stifling his cry of surprise with a kiss.
"I'm better," I said pulling him into a tighter embrace. He laughed with joy and kissed me again. Suddenly the shower curtain was ripped open and a boy with dark hair and dark eyes, coupled with pale skin gaped at us. His brows knitted with fury and confusion.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked nearly laughing at the boy's odd expression. He was handsome, but in a dark sort of way, mysterious and sexy.
"Oh…I'm Dev, Trowa's boyfriend" my eyes widened in shock.
"Quatre, wait" Trowa grabbed my shoulder to stop me from leaving but I pushed him away.
I went out to my car, slamming the door as hard as I could and pushing the key into the ignition, turning it and starting the car. The radio started up some sappy love song and I punched it off, leaving a dark red welt across my fingers from the button. I turned the car off and got out, taking off down the road at a jog, then a full out run. I came to a harbor of sorts, cold and empty in the winter sun. I stepped off onto the sun-bleached, warped, wood of a dock. Leaning over the railing just enough to look down into the black water. My tears hit the surface, two separate ripples from two distinct tears, but the ripples overlapped at a point, went through eachother and became like one before fading all together. My hands fingered the pendent and I ripped it from my neck, taunting myself by holding it out over the water. I let the threadlike chain slip through my fingers, the locket slipped into the icy dark water and left a ripple of its own, but this time it was solitary. I was freezing, how I despised the cold when there were no warm arms to hold me. I stepped into a diner, dirty and crowded with fishermen, grimy from work. I sat at the counter and ordered a coffee. It was black, and bitter, and ice cold, but I drank it all because in a way it was comforting, somehow it reminded me that my heart wasn't the only bitter thing within me.
"Down on your luck son?" a surly man behind the counter asked, he was dressed in a graying apron and hat, and his cheeks were flecked with stubble.
"I guess you could say that." I said softly, slamming the money on the counter and leaving. Out into the gray world again. A car pulled up beside me and a door was opened, I didn't even need to look at the driver…I knew it was Trowa. I got into the car and the tears came. Violently and mercilessly they fell, and he did nothing to comfort me…he knew it would only hurt me more.
"Rest now." Trowa put me in his bed and tucked the covers around me. The wine red comforter was consuming me, I had given him this…it meant so much. The tears were fresh now; Trowa would be gone for another few hours doing a performance. I cried myself into a light sleep. I woke up but didn't open my eyes…someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes the slightest bit to verify who the person was and then opened them all the way.
"Ah, so you are awake!" Dev exclaimed, dark eyes dancing.
"What are you doing here?" I threw back the covers and stood, fixing my hair and turning my attention back to Dev to prompt him to answer the question.
"This is my room." He said
"It's Trowa's" I replied quickly, he raised his eyebrows. Something broke inside of me then, deep fury exploded in my soul and I could no longer control it. I punched him. I immediately regretted it, knowing how much force a punch could carry with that much rage behind it, I was ashamed that I couldn't control my fist, but more ashamed that I couldn't control my emotions. When he regained his composure I was prepared to defend myself as needed, but he smiled. He took a step toward me, then another step, I was sure he was going to punch me but when he got close he rested his hand lightly on my shoulder. I flinched at his touch. His hand came around my waist and the other followed, until he had me enveloped in a light embrace. I stood perfectly still, only moving my arms slightly to let his fall around my waist.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, a little scared of where this might lead, but more scared that I wouldn't be able to stop it. His head turned until he was looking straight at me, I kept my eyes off him though, afraid that his eyes might confirm my worst fears.
"You're very handsome," he said softly, and with perfect sincerity, he was still innocent. He had never seen murder; he had never felt pure, blind, hate. He had never lived with the guilt of taking another's life, let alone hundreds of lives. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek and touching my chin to prompt me to look at him. I couldn't stop myself.
"No" I whispered and it wasn't a lie. I pulled forward and kissed him.
Trowa found us. He returned from his performance, when I looked up and saw him standing there…my heart sank. I had never seen so much pain in his eyes, how quickly he turned it into anger and stormed out. Slamming the door behind him. I wrapped a sheet around myself and followed him, locking Dev in the bedroom so he wouldn't interfere. I prayed I wasn't doing more harm than good when I followed him into the bigger part of the basement. He had been sitting on the worn couch but stood when he saw me. I reached him and sat down, he followed. There was silence between us for a few minutes, softly, without speaking he turned to me and traced my collarbone with his hand. Sending shivers down my spine, his hand came to rest on the shoulder that was farthest from him and he took it and turned me to face him.
"I see you don't wear your locket anymore, little one" he whispered, I quickly averted my eyes and replied in a hushed tone,
"What good is a locket that represents an empty promise?" A single tear rolled down his cheek.
"Empty promises…you have no idea." He said softly
"What do you mean?" his form seemed to crumple into my arms, I had no choice but to hold him. He looked up at me, obviously ashamed.
"Did you notice? Dev…he's the same height as you, same weight, same physical type…I don't love him…I was so lonely." His tears fell gently into my shoulder, I could feel them against my shoulder…my skin was clammy with cooled sweat. His arms moved around to my back and held on tightly, lifting his head and planting gentle kisses from my collarbone up to my ear. I tried to move away, I was sickened with him…but I still loved him, so it was no use trying to stop myself from wanting this. They were empty kisses, but I savored every one.
When I woke I was underneath him; I smiled as tears fell from my eyes. I hated him, I loved him, I was trapped. Smothered, suffocated…this was the only way to go about things. There was no way I was going to push him off and interrupt his gentle sleep. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, almost more for comfort than for love's sake. Dev was sitting in a chair within my range of vision. He was no longer angry and no longer shocked. His dark eyes met mine and there was something there. I don't know what it was, did he understand? He was silent and he looked more disturbing now than he ever had before, in the half-light of evening that shone through the window, he was obviously battling himself. He jumped to his feet and paced, stopped, stood about four feet from me and spoke in a harsh whisper.
"I…I love you." He said, I noticed then that he was crying. I shut my eyes and tried to strip down the shades of emotion that were blinding me, but it was no good. Trowa was stirring; I opened my eyes to see Trowa's brilliant green ones starring at me. Dev was gone, he had walked away silently, or had I not really seen what I though I had? Trowa's lips touched mine softly.
"I love you" he whispered.
I got into my car and started driving, desperately trying to clear away the emotions and find what I truly wanted. I felt like I was hiding things from myself, this wasn't the first time that had happened though. I stopped when I saw a tiny jewelry store. A bell rang as I walked into the store and an ancient man greeted me in a shaky voice.
"Hello young man, how may I help you today?" he asked standing to shake my hand. I smiled warmly,
"What do you have locket wise?" I asked, he led me to a glass counter containing a rather small selection of lockets in gold and silver. I didn't see the one Trowa had gotten me though, he must have gotten it someplace else. Something else caught my attention though. It was a silver watch, engraved with some sort of triangle pattern and set with three stones, one at each point. The one at the top was a light blue, the bottom right one was emerald in color and the bottom left one was black. I took a step towards it, it had me captivated.
"Ah, so you have your eye on that one?" The man asked, taking it out of the case so that I could examine it more closely. I held it in my palm, cold heavy weight. I fell in love with it, then and there.
"I'll take this one." I said in a faraway voice. I handed my money over. He placed it carefully in a square burgundy box.
"Buying for anyone special?" he asked, the question interrupted my awe for the piece and I stared blankly at him. Before I thought of it I had just assumed I was giving it to Trowa, but now I had to decide what I wanted before I let it go. The agony of my decision was now set in cold silver, merrily ticking away inside a box just a shade lighter than blood.
I purposely drove in circles for about an hour before heading down to the pier again. Icy, dark water splashed against the worn boards with each wave. A tall thin frame leaned against the rail beside me. His brown hair blew over his face with the salty wind.
"A fisherman found it the other day, gutted some fish and there it was. I did my best to clean it off…but you might not want it now." He said opening my hand and placing the locket inside; he took my hand in both of his and looked me in the eyes. "I'll do my best to make my promise good again." He kissed my fingertips and turned to leave. Tick…tick…the seconds were counting down and with each passing moment the noise seemed to intensify. It pounded in my head, relentless. I wanted to scream and cry but the only thing I could manage was
"Trowa, wait…" He turned and my head drew a blank, I couldn't think of what I was going to say to him. He had this smile on his lips…tick…tick. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the watch.
I handed it to him and he took it out of the box, examining it for a moment and then returning his eyes to me.
"It's not going to make it better you know." He smiled and opened the watch. The face was all distorted though; instead of what it should have read…it was Dev's face, his heart. The ticking and the beating…I could feel his heart being torn to pieces.
"Does it hurt?" Trowa asked, he took a step towards the rail and casually tossed the watch into the swirling black water. "Does it hurt when you kill someone?" Trowa's pleading voice evoked only anger in me. Wild rage and I ran at him, pressing him down.
"How could you? How could you do this to us?" I asked I was so angry, but I couldn't bring myself to hit him, so I kissed him instead. I felt so bad. It was over, but I didn't care…I wasn't myself anymore. I just wanted to curl up in Trowa's bed, with his arms around me and cry myself to death…cry both of us to death.
"I missed you…when you were gone" his arms were around me and I pushed him away. There was something important I had to do someone important I had to see. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, but there was someone else occupying my mind. It was so dark in this place, far from the burgundy warmth that I was used to. Comfortable…a shade lighter than blood. Here it was black…I felt naked though I was clothed. To bear one's soul…I stood in front of him and I looked into his dark eyes.
"Do you love me?" he asked. I was drowning, falling, suffocating. I was quickly approaching that icy black water.
"Yes…yes, oh god yes…please save me…don't leave…" I screamed in terror as I let myself slip through my own fingers towards the icy water. Casually tossed over the rail and I was falling…falling. Suddenly I was aware of the beating of my own heart. I screamed "Dev!" but it was not in fear. I clutched my hands over my heart and smiled…taking a final sweet breath.
"Who's Dev?" Trowa's voice asked, warm arms were shaking me and I opened my eyes. Marbled light through the trees, a soft bed of leaves on the forest floor. A tear ran down my cheek slowly.
"He's me," I said softly running my hands along Trowa's face as if to make sure he was there.
"Oh god…he's me"